When making it to congress means faking a marriage . . . fake it 'til you make it takes on a whole new meaning.

Apparently, conservative Midwestern voters want more than my brains, connections, and good looks to vote me in as a congressman.

That's right, to appear as the all-American family man they want . . . I need a wife. ASAP.

The lovely Odette Hastings seems to fit the bill. She's a wholesome small-town girl, and conveniently in need of cash. I'll give her the money to take care of her elderly parents, and she'll be the political arm candy I need.

We both win, right?

The only problem is Odette is a little too beautiful, a little too intelligent, and way too distracting.

I have to keep my eye on the prize. Because there might be something I want more than a seat in congress.